So...in my defense, the story in that last post seemed a lot better at five-thirty or six in the morning than it did a few hours later when it was too late to pretend it never happened. I'll do the next best thing and move on quickly...to something equally silly. I just never learn, do I?
Thursdays are French Dip day at the deli downstairs at work. And it is a seriously popular choice--sometimes seems like half the building lines up for some. I usually pack a lunch from home, but every now and again, I have to resort to buying lunch downstairs, and I admit, the French Dip is good...but the nonconformist in me is bothered by following the crowd, even when the crowd *could* be right.